The spring wind has lost its coolness, and it has a fresh breath, which is particularly comfortable to blow on people...≦

Nanliangzhou City is very small, and tens of thousands of Song soldiers and civil servants could not accommodate them at all. Most of them still camped outside the city, enjoying the joy of victory through bonfires.

Buckets of wine and water were served up like running water, and the stewed meat was piled up like a mountain, and placed in the middle of the crowd for everyone to enjoy it casually.

People who were familiar with each other gathered together and shouted loudly about their daytime achievements. From time to time, they took a sip of wine and ate a bite of meat, which infected the lively atmosphere in the entire Liangzhou sky.

Xu Ping, Shi Quanbin, Sang Yi Gao Daquan and other important officers sat on the city tower, watching the lively scenes around the city, and having a happy celebration banquet together.

The evening breeze blew across the city, bringing the laughter and joy of the soldiers outside the city, and even brushing on Xu Ping's face with the warmth of the bonfire outside the city.

At this moment, Xu Ping was a little dazed and suddenly forgot that he was in this world, as if he had seen scenes in film and television in his previous life.

"Yun Xing, why don't you talk anymore? What do you think of?"

Hearing Shi Quanbin's scream, Xu Ping came to his senses and said with a smile: "What can I think? I always feel that this battle was too easy and I feel a little unreal."

"If you win, you win. Where can you feel so much emotion? You scholars are so meticulous. Somehow I think of going to the horizon! I want me to say, just celebrate tonight!"

Shi Quanbin acted even more excited than Xu Ping, and he should have been excited. He just came out to pass on an order, something irrelevant. Who knew that he would encounter such a big battle. Although he was just watching, when he returned to the palace and told the officials, he had made contributions. With this experience, it might work in the future. He took the opportunity to go out of the palace and lead the soldiers for a few years, and also became a regiment to train the governor Dangdang.

Shi Quanbin's grandfather Shi Zhiyong was appointed as an eunuch, and was in charge of the military and horse affairs of the Goulin Mansion. He was also the commander of the frontier. Unfortunately, he died in the third year of Tianxi. Shi Quanbin lost his backer and worked hard all these years. The so-called family background. When will he become a commander, his ancestors also have face.

Xu Ping just laughed after hearing Shi Quanbin's words. Although he was a first-class Jinshi, he really didn't have the aura of a literary man. He just came here and just remembered what happened in his previous life.

Raising his cup, Xu Ping said: "Everyone, today's victory will bring peace to the southern border from now on. We have worked hard in this malaria land for several years, and today we have achieved a perfect result. The country and the people of the country have been explained. As an official, we will benefit the people, and we will not waste these years. Drink this cup all the time!"

Everyone drank it together, Tan Hu and the soldiers filled the wine, and Xu Ping took several glasses of it.

Shi Quanbin pointed to the earthen walls on both sides of the city and said, "It's a pity that I spent such an effort. It's just a pity that I destroyed 20,000 troops in Jiaozhi."

"What a pity? Twenty thousand soldiers. Don't look at the relaxation today. If we hadn't spent our time before, if the two armies really had a fight, I wouldn't know how much it would cost! The soldiers who participated in the war today should all thank these two earthen walls. This wall will be left here in the future, which is also a commemoration."

Seeing Xu Ping's face flushed, Shi Quanbin knew that he was also drunk, so he didn't know.

A crescent moon rose from the east in a shy and timid way, and a faint moonlight enveloped the Liangzhou Basin.

Xu Ping turned his head and looked at the two earthen walls under the city, and his heart moved, and said to Shi Quanbin: "Peace Chief. Actually, these two earthen walls are left here, and they may be of use in the future."

"What's the use? I lost tens of thousands of soldiers and horses, can Jiaozhi dare to invade Liangzhou?"

Xu Ping said: "It must come."

Seeing Shi Quanbin's disbelief look, Xu Ping smiled and said, "The head of the Pavilion has forgotten, this is Liangzhou! If our Song Dynasty occupied Liangzhou, there will be no peaceful life in Shenglong Mansion. How could they be willing to do so?"

Speaking of this, the smile on Xu Ping's face became stronger and stronger, and he continued to say, "If there is no Liangzhou, the northern part of Jiaozhi, and beyond Fuliang River, Jiaozhi will not be able to control it. With Li Foma's temperament, how can he tolerate such a situation? Therefore, Jiaozhi will inevitably send troops."

Seeing Xu Ping coming up with drunkenness, everyone else nodded and agreed, although they didn't believe this. What is the concept of killing 20,000 troops in one battle? Jiaozhi's mobile troops guarding the royal city are now only 50,000.

Xu Ping was not thinking about this. He looked at the mountains under the moonlight around him and inexplicably remembered the war that happened here in his previous life, and his expression was really dazed.

"We will defend here, and even if they send troops to the country, they may not be able to do anything here. One attack and one defense, and after ten or eight years, can we waste all the troops in Jiaozhi? The people of the Song Dynasty have many places and the soldiers in Yongzhou are exhausted. If the soldiers from Guizhou are exhausted, they can transfer the soldiers from Guizhou. Two or three states a year, and it will take ten years to rotate the states of Guangnan West Road."

Speaking of this, Xu Ping stood up, held the city wall, looked at the earthen wall fortifications under the city, and whispered: "If the Jiaozhi people are tactful and fight with us like this, then call this war a round battle in Liangzhou!"

Shi Quanbin looked at Sang Yi and the others, shook his head and smiled together, ignoring Xu Ping's crazy.

From the time to Pingxiangdong, Xu Ping intentionally or unintentionally followed the steps of the counterattack in his previous life, and everything went smoothly beyond his imagination. Suddenly, he came to this point, and on this night of intoxication in the spring breeze, he somehow remembered the follow-up of the war.

The terrain here is open and there is no shortage of supplies. The conditions are much better than the cat's ear piercing back then. I wonder if the people of Jiaozhi would be as persistent as their descendants, and they fought here for ten or eight years. After the counterattack, it would be better to fight another ten years of war. I guess there would be no one there.

A breeze blew, Xu Ping shook his head and finally woke up. It was easy to change things, but he was really crazy today, thinking about it irrelevantly. The people of Jiaozhi were crazy and attacked here year after year. In this era, Jiaozhi was only half of the area of ​​the country in later generations, and the total population was not as good as Guangdong and Guangxi. Where can I spend capital here? The country was empty after two battles.

He let out a sigh of relief at the crescent moon in the sky, Xu Ping turned around and said to several people: "I haven't been used to it for a few years. I feel dizzy after two glasses. Come on, the battle between the left and right ends, and there will be no major trouble next. I won't be drunk tonight!"

The wine brewed from Xu Ping's home brought by Shi Quanbin on the city tower was much more mellow than that produced in Yongzhou. Everyone was relieved and drank it and laughed until late at night.

Going south from Liangzhou, there are several small Tuzhou belonging to Jiaozhi, Wu'ezhou and Tangzhou during the Tang Dynasty. Especially in the former Tangzhou, because there are no mountains and there are no swamps everywhere in the territory, it has gathered many Han people from the Central Plains over the past thousand years, and they have reproduced and thrived from generation to generation.

Hewan Village is close to the riverside, with low hills to the north, which is a good pattern of backing mountains and water.

Under the big banyan tree at the entrance of the village, bathed in the sunset, a group of children surrounded an old man and chattered: "Ping Bo, Ping Bo, tell us another story about the last time we arrived in the Song Dynasty!"

The old man smiled kindly, looked up at the sky in the north, and spoke up and told the story he had told many times.
Chapter completed!